Mealtime (FFVII yaoi, Sephiroth/Reno/Vincent, Dark #7 Scarless) Title: Mealtime Fandom: FFVII Pairing: Sephiroth/Reno/Vincent Theme set and #: Dark theme, #7 Scarless Disclaimer: Don’t own. Rating: NC17 Summary: A lot of sex. With three bishies. Warning: Is threesome a bad thing? Author’s notes: For sphinxofthenile, even though it's not what she expected. *hides* Word count: 3721
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“What?” Reno asked, gulping a mouthful of sandwich.
“He does not know it?” Sephiroth turned his head towards Vincent, a small smile quirking his lips.
Vincent’s cheeks turned slightly pink. He shook his head, smiling.
“What?!” Reno demanded, putting the sandwich onto his plate.
“I never told him,” Vincent confessed and something meaningful got exchanged between Vincent and Sephiroth’s eyes.
Vincent just smiled, eyes now finally on Reno. “Me too. That’s why I never told him.”
“Reno’s palms landed on the table surface. “Told me what?!” His eyes travelled between the two.
“I see your point,” Sephiroth said, his voice that rolled amused undertone so typical for him. “I suppose you took advantage of it.”
Vincent’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of red and his eyes rested on the table.
“What the hell are you two talking about?!” Reno yelled, annoyed. He jumped up from his chair and hit his palms on the table again.
Vincent’s eyes moved from the surface and crossed with Sephiroth’s. “Go on, I don’t mind,” Sephiroth said, his smile growing wide.
Vincent blushed all over again as he finally looked at Reno, who at last started noticing that certain look in the crimson eyes. “When you eat, you produce a certain set of sounds,” he started and Reno seated himself again, getting interested. “You probably don’t hear it, nor does any other human, but… Sephiroth and I…”
“Let’s just say our senses are much better,” Sephiroth interrupted.
“Yeah, I know that, yo,” Reno said with an eyeroll.
Vincent just cleared his throat, cheeks still flushed. “It’s very similar to those you make during an orgasm,” he spoke, meekly even.
Reno’s eyes opened wide and he just stared at the two men, lips parted slightly as well as spread into a strange sort of smile.
“It can be quite distracting being near you when you eat,” Sephiroth added.
Well, at least now Reno had a good idea why the looks the two were giving him resembled more and more that what a starving dog gives to a piece of meat out of its reach.
“So are we,” Sephiroth responded and Vincent produced that special throaty growl that could mean only two things, one of them being bloodthirsty and ready for battle, and Reno highly doubted Vincent was thinking about massacring that sandwich.
He did get up from the chair, though, his instincts and training kicking in, just wanting to run away from two very powerful men on a mission. But, before he knew it, he was already grabbed, held and pressed into something hard that just happened to be Sephiroth’s chest. Vincent, on the other hand, was in front of him, those crimson eyes shining in that special way that made Reno very happy. Usually.
He protested at first. Anyone with a sense of fear would have. But then Vincent landed to his knees and Reno was incapable of saying a thing. Vincent on his knees was probably the hottest scene there was, and a serious distraction for the toilet cleaning days.
Reno usually didn't know what he liked better, Vincent before Sephiroth or himself, because either way, it was fucking hot. So hot, in fact, that Reno junior bounced up with all his splendour the moment Reno’s brain realized what exactly the eyes saw was.
“Oh, fuck,” he managed to say, moaning gutturally as the zipper of his pants went down. The pressure with which Sephiroth was holding his chest and upper arms increased and he had to arch backwards in order to stop the pain caused by the grip. That meant he couldn’t look down anymore. He heard that sarcastic smile that Sephiroth always made when something amused him deeply, which Reno couldn’t decide he should categorize as annoying or fucking sexy.
“Still hungry?” Sephiroth whispered straight into his ear, not bothering to move his moist breath away.
Reno would have probably answered, but there was that tiny distracting fact of Vincent finally getting his pants down and licking the tip of Reno’s cock. Damn him for knowing exactly what to do! Okay, Reno wasn’t really secretive about his favourite spots. He groaned, trying to make it sound as defiantly as possible, but he knew that was one battle he was going to lose. Then he felt Vincent’s lips slide down his length, until they reached the root and teeth joined in as well, just slightly.
“Fuck!” Reno cursed again and took hold of the nearest thing available for holding, which just happened to be Sephiroth’s leather pants. The man refused to be without them even in this life, and that was it.
Well, whatever.
If the two decided to restrain him thus, he’d make sure to leave nail marks on that soft expensive leather. It was a sort of satisfaction, but not much.
And, there was the fact of Vincent knowing exactly what he was doing and doing it good.
“Don’t you dare come,” Sephiroth whispered straight into his ear, managing somehow to get a hold of his ponytail somewhere down at his back and pulling it, forcing his spine to arch even more.
Reno just managed a dry chuckle, then another guttural moan as Vincent’s tongue brushed that exact spot. It almost pushed him over the edge, but Sephiroth just pulled him away from Vincent, from that warm mouth, from those lips.
Then his grip relaxed. Not much, but enough for Reno to stand freely, even though he was obviously incapable of actually moving. He opened his eyes and looked at Vincent, still down on his knees, a slightly surprised look in his eyes, but he didn’t move.
It was a thing that used to annoy Reno to no end, this fact that Vincent was practically a servant to Sephiroth. It took him a while to realize things are not as black and white as they seemed and, equally as Vincent was incapable of disobeying Sephiroth, Sephiroth was incapable of doing or ordering something Vincent could or would not want to do.
It was an interesting combination, in that kinky sort of way. The pleasure was even greater when he, Reno the Turk, managed to get Sephiroth, the most dominant human on the planet, to agree on being tied up, relaxing enough for the submissive role at least every now and then.
That was definitely not now, because he was very adamant in doing things to Reno that no mother would want to know her children did. Ever.
Reno noticed Vincent was looking at Sephiroth, then he just nodded, and got up from the floor and walked to the bedroom. He had no idea what Sephiroth actually ordered him, but then he felt himself being pushed after Vincent as well. That was definitely one of the more comical scenes, considering the fact that Reno’s pants were still at his ankles, his cock was still nice and hard and dancing around in the cool air (which it definitely did not like) and Sephiroth refused to let go of him and let him walk by himself.
Walking with his back arched, his stomach sticking out and an iron clad war hero behind his back wasn’t really an easy task.
Well, okay, the bed wasn’t that far away and he’d get there eventually, but still!
Then, something Reno definitely didn’t like happened – the picture his eyes saw got turned upside down. It took him a moment to realize that it was Sephiroth who picked him up like he was a sack of potatoes (and a very light one, considering the amount of effort he wasted into it, or lack thereof), and continued walking with normal speed. Then, a few seconds later, Reno felt the world around him spin all over again, and he found himself being thrown to the bed, right next to Vincent, who was busy taking his clothes off.
Well, now, with that sight, Reno had no problems not pursuing the revenge he’d planned on having for them forcing him to skip a meal. “Shit,” he simply hissed, then Vincent, without his shirt, jumped on him, lips on lips as well as teeth clashing a few times from the force.
Reno only cared about finally getting the annoying pants off and he fought with them until his legs were finally free and he was able to spread them and Vincent didn’t take his time before placing himself between them.
As much as Reno loved kissing Vincent (there was something so gorgeous in the way he jumped on him and simply ravished him with lips alone), he was a generous individual, and slowly pushed him off only to look at Sephiroth, who was still standing by the bed like a statue.
Okay, from the bulge in his pants, it was obvious he wasn't really all ice and cold, but he could really make his face look anything he wanted, and in this case not turned on as he actually was.
“Not joining?” Reno asked, eyebrows up, lips grinning. Once again, he heard Vincent make that growl that was more a vibration than an actual sound, but it surely did make a good job of distracting Sephiroth.
“Well, when you ask so nicely,” Sephiroth answered, shrugging, then pulled the shirt over his head, revealing that amazing scarless (in spite of all those battles) torso that refused to be anything but perfect even though there were no more wars to be a hero about. He seated himself on the bed, right next to his two lovers, legs straight, crossed at the ankles, arms crossed at the chest.
He shot them an interesting look, but said nothing.
Well, Reno wasn’t really interested in postponing what was to come, so he simply returned his attention towards Vincent, not minding those lips on his once again as they fought with those few remaining garments each of them still bore. He did keep his attention on Sephiroth, though, and loved the way his usually perfectly controlled breathing started losing its, well, perfect control, as Reno’s right hand grabbed Vincent’s cock and started jerking him off.
It was almost as good as feeling Vincent’s teeth on his shoulder as he shuddered when Reno’s grip grew stronger.
Reno then kept his eyes locked with Vincent’s, loving every second as Vincent’s pupils kept on running under his eyelids no matter how much he fought to keep his eyes open. He got absorbed into watching him so much that the sudden appearance of Sephiroth’s strong hand over his startled him.
“You’ll finish him off too soon,” Sephiroth whispered to his ear and pulled his hand away from Vincent’s cock.
Reno turned his head towards Sephiroth, wishing to shoot a deadly glare in his general direction, but then he noticed how their own war hero was now completely naked, his left hand on Reno’s and his right on his own cock, keeping a slow but steady rhythm. It was a very distracting scene.
“Do I get to choose this time?” Reno heard Vincent ask and Sephiroth simply nodded, his smile growing wide.
“And what about me?” Reno complained, looking back at Vincent still nicely settled between his legs. He was about to whine, but the smile on Vincent’s lips, no matter how silent, told him not to.
“I want you,” Vincent whispered, locking their eyes. “Inside me.” His smile grew wide. With the corner of his eye Reno noticed the pace Sephiroth kept grew a bit faster. What Vincent just said was distracting enough, the way he said it was distracting even more, but Reno still couldn’t keep his mouth shut.
“What about Sephiroth, then?” he asked, looking at him.
“Sephiroth doesn’t mind the leftovers,” he answered, corners of his lips quirking. Reno heard Vincent chuckle before licking that special spot under his chin that made him shiver. “Whatever they are,” Sephiroth continued then chuckled as Vincent looked at him before sliding weightlessly between his two lovers, on his back, arm around Sephiroth.
“I bet Reno can’t wait to feel the power of Masamune,” he purred and pulled Sephiroth closer for a kiss. The kiss turned into a few of them, and then some more, and all of a sudden Reno found himself very satisfied with the show. Sephiroth let go of his own erection to take a better care of Vincent’s, and Vincent was doing his best to connect any bit of his skin with Sephiroth’s.
Perhaps they were not paying attention to him, but Reno couldn’t really say he minded his role as an observer at the moment. Both men were absolute perfection, in Reno’s humble opinion. Sephiroth was strong, muscle upon long muscle, no bit on him that creased or could be squished. He simply had no extra gram of fat on his body and there was something else, an aura of power that would make any man around him humble down.
Vincent, on the other hand, wasn’t that kind of power. Sometimes Reno thought that Sephiroth was the breaking force while Vincent was the bending one. Sephiroth was so many levels above mere humans that he sometimes seemed incompetent of doing things weak enough, but Vincent always measured just the right amount of force to exert and never missed. It probably had a lot to do with his shooting skills. He was a natural mathematician and knew how to categorize humans.
The problem was, Reno supposed, in the fact that it was a skill he started applying on social situations only after he’d been shot, but those thoughts were too grim for his liking.
Reno noticed the two of them finally realized they’d gotten a tad distracted, and returned the gazes. Vincent shot him a small smile, then his hand pulled him closer, Sephiroth already holding the open tube of lube and smearing it all over his fingers.
Well, Reno thought he was going to be the one to play with stretching Vincent but, once again, he didn’t mind the situation this way, either. Sephiroth took his time. First, he pushed his left hand under Vincent, entwining it that way that he could hold Vincent’s left as well, bent at the elbow. That, Reno knew, would be interesting, since Sephiroth was left-handed. Nonetheless, he proceeded, slowly, first leaving the tube on Vincent’s stomach, then pushing one digit in.
Vincent just sighed and looked at Reno, and it was hard for him not to do something besides watching. He joined his hand with Vincent’s cock and their lips together, but the moment he pulled, Vincent groaned and quickly stopped his hand from moving.
Reno backed away and noticed the specific flush on Vincent’s cheeks and chest. And that pre-orgasmic smile he would be able to recognize anywhere. Well, that was definitely off, unless he had a burning desire to finish Vincent off, but they could always continue kissing. And then Sephiroth demanded more lube and, instead of all of them having to tangle out of their comfortable positions, Reno gave him a hand.
Not that he minded it, really. The entire scene was fucking amazing, from Sephiroth in total control to Vincent the exact opposite of that, a bit too turned on even for his liking, to Reno who just liked to sit back and pick the fruits of their labour. Yep, not bad at all.
Then, just as he was enjoying the way Vincent sucked his lower lip, Reno felt a hand with something very cold over his cock. He looked towards the source of that sensation only to be faced with Sephiroth’s hand smearing lube all over him. Well now, that was nice, too. Especially the way Sephiroth didn’t bother to be mechanic but quite… Reno groaned as he pulled him by his cock, smirking.
“Bastard,” he just said, but followed and placed himself nicely between Vincent’s legs. Sephiroth’s hand didn’t go away even after that. Quite the contrary, he was doing all he could to lead Reno inside Vincent, then cupped his balls while he was down there as well.
Yes, seeing stars was an understatement.
He pushed in, a bit too quickly for the aroused state he was in. with the corner of his eye he noticed Sephiroth returning his hand to his own toy, eyes on them. Vincent still couldn’t decide which one to watch, so he simply closed his eyes. Sephiroth’s left hand was still under him, Vincent holding it, while Vincent’s other hand was gripping Reno’s back.
They were indeed a tangle of limbs. And hair. Yes, hair. Sephiroth beat them all in that territory (and in about any other, but that wasn’t the point now), but him and Vincent both had their share when it came to hair. Just waking up in the morning meant trying to tangle through mess they called vanity, from Sephiroth’s long silver spider-web practically covering them to Vincent’s tangled mess sticking into everything, as well as Reno’s ponytail which obviously had a mind of its own, since it always found its way to Vincent’s nose.
Right now, Sephiroth kept his long silk behind his back, nice and still and simply observing. Vincent was on his back, so it was easy to deal with that, and Reno’s hair was still bound, so it simply tickled his back.
This was definitely one of their cleaner fucks. And not just on the hair sphere.
But nonetheless, a good handful of silver found its way under Vincent’s head, good two handfuls of black spread over the pillow and Reno’s already too long red itched his ears and forehead and would make Vincent sniff and blow it off when he lowered his head.
But, well, if he rolled his pelvis vertically, that would make Vincent cry out and not care about hair in his nose. Then again, that would make Reno have to slow down and even pause after that, because he was as close as it got.
Then Sephiroth started laughing. It wasn’t loud or maniacal, the laughter that sent shivers of horror, but the amused one, like a child getting a candy. Only in a more Sephiroth kind of way.
Reno looked towards him, still thrusting slowly into Vincent, who kept his eyes closed and lips slightly apart, their corners quirked into a smile. He was definitely hearing Sephiroth, but not giving a shit about it in his current state.
“You’re cute trying to control your body… Turk,” he said then laughed again.
Vincent moaned, obviously trying to say something, then deciding against it. And Reno went down to business, defiance being at least one of the reasons. That, of course, was a stupid thing to do and, for a part of a second before his body finally tensed and mind got lost in pleasure, he realized he’d fallen straight into the trap Sephiroth had set before him.
He heard Vincent moan. Well, right after his hearing returned to his fried brain. Right after he managed to regain his consciousness, Reno found himself faced with a very amused war hero and that ‘told you so’ look in his eyes. He was too comfortable to care, though, and Vincent’s heartbeat right under his ear was nice and soothing, too. He closed his eyes.
Then Vincent squirmed and Sephiroth shifted as well. Whether he liked it or not, Reno got pushed to the side as Vincent was slowly pulled up and seated himself on Sephiroth. He grabbed the bottle of lube and started smearing the thick liquid all over Sephiroth’s cock, and then Reno decided that he was still hungry and went to pick up his sandwich.
He walked to the kitchen table, barefoot and naked, noticing the look Vincent gave him with the corners of his eyes, slightly insulted but grudgeless, luckily.
Well, he was hungry.
He rushed back to the bedroom, though, plate in one hand, sandwich in the other, biting a piece off.
True, being faced with one of the most amazing scenes (in his humble opinions), which involved Vincent riding Sephiroth too slowly for his liking as Sephiroth’s hands on his hips controlled the rhythm, back arched, hands on Sephiroth’s chest, probably as loudest as Vincent got, which wasn’t that loud but still amazingly distracting, it made Reno forget he was supposed to swallow. Blood rushed south again, but he decided to ignore that familiar itch because it was still definitely too early to try anything. He was still too sensitive.
And hungry. He took another bite off before deciding to join them on the bed. They were so kind to stick to one side of it, so at least Reno could comfortably sit down, eat and stare. Vincent just looked at him and smiled, perhaps even shaking his head, before he returned his attention to Sephiroth.
Then Sephiroth looked at him, smiling in that cynical sort of way. “Enjoying your meal?” he asked and Reno snorted, mouth full.
“Have everything a guy wants, yo,” Reno said, chewing and not bothering to be polite. “Good food and good porn.” Sephiroth just chuckled to that and Reno thought he heard Vincent produce one too, but then the two lovers returned their attention to one another, Sephiroth finally speeding up the pace, making Vincent show his agreement with that plan even vocally.
Reno took another bite, pretending this wasn’t affecting him.
It took three more thrusts to turn Vincent from that quiet yet as loud as he got individual to one producing a long throaty moan, with arched back and spending himself all over Sephiroth’s chest, before definitely losing strength.
Reno ignored the now stronger pulse in his groin.
Sephiroth, being the stronger one, took control again, hands on Vincent’s hips, until he hissed, tensed, then relaxed. So… typically controlled.
Reno took another bite. Then Vincent’s head shot up, face flushed with sex, lips spread into a predatory smile that seemed just a tad too familiar to the one that started this whole ordeal. His eyes were now dark crimson with the pupils eating over half of the irises. Reno looked from him to the last quarter of his sandwich, then remembered what they said about the sounds he was making.
He gulped. “Can I at least finish it?” he asked, begged even, as he heard that vibration slash growl emanating from Vincent’s throat.